Lyrics
Slip of the tongue and fist
Slide of the hand like this
Touch of the fingertips
Goes through the note we skipped
We are bound
We are falling through
We are bound
We are falling through
Roam in a bitter bliss
Throw in the timeless fist
We are bound
We are falling through
We are bound
We are falling through
These are the sons I'll miss
The sons of the counterfeits
The dead is coming from inside
We are bound
We are falling through